Horse of a Different Color
By Mark Edgemon

Horse of a Different Color
By Mark Edgemon

The sweet and humble zebra addressed the crowd, after writing her
momentous speech,
Giving a nod to the forlorn unicorn, sitting on the front row, who wanted
her to fail.
The cattle critic from the Heifered Gazette, Mary Tyler Moo poised with pen,
Waiting too for toilet filled scandal...of any kind for her veracious,
vicious readers.
The intellectuals lead by the sagely crow, Socrowtese already pooped on her
words
Fore she ever spoke. Cyder, the black widow spider with poison within was
ready to spite her,
It mattered not what the poor zebra would do, it mattered not what she would
say.

Charlie Horse, who was versed at cramping everyone's style, looked for an
in;
It was sin, but he liked it that way! The zebra's companion Meryl Sheep
said, "Ewe, I hope for
Baaaaad reviews," for my best than average friend. I want her not in greener
pastures than mine.
Wisdom was expected, the fanfare was prompted to play when her anticipated
speech was done.
The world's menagerie awaited, with breath abated, hoping to pull themselves
up by pulling her down.
No one cared if she was innocent and expected to be hurt. She might soon
succeed, when most
Wanted her to bleed and so they helped a little to make that so. They sat
still and waited for the show.

And when the zebra gently stepped to the microphone pausing and all the
animals made their usual noise,
Giant spaceships appeared and quickly loaded the audience aboard, without a
word or explanation given.
And when the ships were full and ready to leave, an alien from above
appeared on the platform
And paid the insightful zebra with many bales of hay...and then the ships
left! It was time for new friends anyway!